Unuseful cry

 Life sometimes forces us to downsize our claims.

There was a time in which I dreamed about a long and quiet time of relax and sex with my wife, comprehensive of games, cuddles, kisses, mixing of best body fluids and pleasure. 

Then, if not a "long" time at least "quiet". Or at least a time. If not pleasure with body fluids, at least games, then at least kisses. Now, I'd be glad to have some cuddle now and then. 

Even if in the meantime my silly and pretentious erectile tissue pretends nothing has happened and would want to be cuddled and caressed and kissed and licked and stired up till its effusion. With time passing by, I'm trying to convince it that it can't have all this, but simply my hand to spurt in the saddest and gloomiest of aftermath. 

Anyhow, I'd like to have the greatest sex with my wife. Or at least the greatest sex. Or at least sex. Or at least...

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